I have a couple of semi-deep subjects I’m mulling and ideas are swirling around the vast empty halls of my mind, but I’m not yet ready to wrestle them onto figurative paper.
Just as well as I’m trying to knock one of these out in roughly ten minutes.
I know it’s a major disappointment to many who look forward to the wisdom, perspective, and insight I offer on the human condition and society as a whole.
The perfect solution is to read one of my fiction pieces. Perhaps, THIS one or go way back and read THIS non-fiction piece. Or, if interested in photos, just go HERE and browse around; stay as long as you want.
Basically, I’m asking you to entertain yourself for a bit while I do other stuff.
And now, the photo:
I’ve always like that photo but wasn’t sure how to present it. I think having it framed serves it up nicely.
And now, the cartoon . . . yup, still Willy ‘n Ethel. I’ll switch to Mr. Boffo soon.
There’s a certain freedom to being a kid . . . these days. In the olden days, you would often be ignored, had to keep quiet, and most transgressions were met with various level of corporal punishment.
They call that the “good old days” . . . parents do. If they don’t, they often think it.
I won’t explain it, but this doodle is titled Tribute to Marty Feldman’s Eyes.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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